There was a man
who tried to sink his soul
he whispered
that he loved her enough
his hands
were still on hers
her gloves
had ruffled his ink black hair
as it made him look younger
his eyes were open like a door
he thought
“how she would be blushing now?”
and she wished, she had that inevitably
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musings of a wallflower 
one man
cannot sink a soul
not his soul
the soul opposite still less
that whisper to a woman
the woman in the man
entered without asking
since years
without ever touching her
even if the feelings
burn like fire
since then
the wish
that the beloved
him, the man
on the road
met again
the gate of hope
is locked
to the man forever
inevitably
remain closed
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